BaronHardacre
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It has been many moons since I last posted in these here parts, so I thought I’d return with a tale to tell. The tale of the door that rattled…
In July 2011, a girlfriend and I decided to have a few days break in Liverpool.
I had booked an apartment for the visit, so it gave us more flexibility than a hotel, and had chosen Posh Pads at the Casartelli. I had stayed there before (more of which later), and liked the place.
For reasons I won’t bore you with, I’d booked a two bedroom apartment. The first night we slept in the bigger of the two bedrooms, however it faced directly onto the main road, so was a little noisy (sirens, traffic etc), so for the second night we decided on the second bedroom, which was to the side of the building.
Everything was fine… at first… then around midnight, or so, the door to the bedroom (which was shut) began rattling, as if a draft was catching it. However it wasn’t constant, but it was regular (about once every ten minutes).
It was rather annoying, so in my sleep deprived state, my first thought was to check where the draft might be coming from, so I went and checked all the other doors (to give you some geography of the apartment; all the rooms came off a small central hall, and the hall had one other door into the main corridor to the lifts/staircase/other apartments).
All the other doors were shut, and no windows were open in any of the other rooms. I also took the liberty of shutting the window in our bedroom.
So, we went back to bed, only for the rattling door to start up again, about half an hour later. Now, at this point, I was knackered, really couldn’t be bothered to check anything else, and was just prepared to put up with it, however my friend was very insistent on moving back to the first bedroom, sirens or no sirens, to make sure that I got a good night’s sleep…
Cut to the final day; we’d just checked out and were having a coffee in a café next to the apartment block. My friend confessed to me that there’d been another reason why she wanted to go back to the original bedroom; she’d been convinced there was something else in the bedroom with us (she’s somewhat sensitive to, in here words, “…woo-woo matters…”), but that she didn’t want to say anything on the night (or indeed whilst we were there), as she thought it would worry me…
Now, frankly, normally I would just pass such an event off as it being a draft or something, but for a number of reasons.
Firstly, the door was a fire door, therefore was hinged to be closed, and was a very heavy wooden door, and thus would have taken a significant breeze to rattle it.
Second, was that to have a draft would have been a damn near impossibility – our apartment was at the end of the main corridor, and was the furthest away from lifts & stairs, and as I say above, there was no other doors open in the apartment (all fire doors).
Thirdly, I did do some tests during the day, and with the same conditions, there was no rattle, indeed, after we’d moved back into the original room we didn’t hear any rattling from the corridor (though, to be fair I was dead to the world).
Finally, and possibly (or not) most pertinently, I’d booked to stop at Posh Pads earlier in the (March) on my own, and when I arrived I found that, despite my singular status, I’d been upgraded to a two bedroom apartment… I’ll give you a guess which one…
During my original time there, I had no incidence, despite using that second bedroom on two of the four nights I was there…
Personally, I’m less annoyed at the supernatural, or breeze, as I am myself for not thinking at the time of the most obvious solution; wedge the door open.
As I say, my friend is somewhat sensitive; however she did say something about having thoughts about prostitution going on the building at some point, however given that she’d spent a goodly part of the day in the slavery museum, I’m not sure whether that might just be an over active imagination.
Now, interestingly, on doing a little research (well, I Googled it, and looked at the first Wiki link that appeared), the original building itself dated from 1760, however it had become so dilapidated that it was replaced with an exact replica (which itself boggles my mind) in 2000, so technically it was a new building (despite it looking fairly old), though Wiki does state that, and I quote “Legend has it that building is haunted”. Though, annoyingly there’s no links to any articles/stories.
Sadly since then I’ve not quite had the funds to afford their eye watering rates, so I could see whether I would have that apartment booked to me for a third time…
In July 2011, a girlfriend and I decided to have a few days break in Liverpool.
I had booked an apartment for the visit, so it gave us more flexibility than a hotel, and had chosen Posh Pads at the Casartelli. I had stayed there before (more of which later), and liked the place.
For reasons I won’t bore you with, I’d booked a two bedroom apartment. The first night we slept in the bigger of the two bedrooms, however it faced directly onto the main road, so was a little noisy (sirens, traffic etc), so for the second night we decided on the second bedroom, which was to the side of the building.
Everything was fine… at first… then around midnight, or so, the door to the bedroom (which was shut) began rattling, as if a draft was catching it. However it wasn’t constant, but it was regular (about once every ten minutes).
It was rather annoying, so in my sleep deprived state, my first thought was to check where the draft might be coming from, so I went and checked all the other doors (to give you some geography of the apartment; all the rooms came off a small central hall, and the hall had one other door into the main corridor to the lifts/staircase/other apartments).
All the other doors were shut, and no windows were open in any of the other rooms. I also took the liberty of shutting the window in our bedroom.
So, we went back to bed, only for the rattling door to start up again, about half an hour later. Now, at this point, I was knackered, really couldn’t be bothered to check anything else, and was just prepared to put up with it, however my friend was very insistent on moving back to the first bedroom, sirens or no sirens, to make sure that I got a good night’s sleep…
Cut to the final day; we’d just checked out and were having a coffee in a café next to the apartment block. My friend confessed to me that there’d been another reason why she wanted to go back to the original bedroom; she’d been convinced there was something else in the bedroom with us (she’s somewhat sensitive to, in here words, “…woo-woo matters…”), but that she didn’t want to say anything on the night (or indeed whilst we were there), as she thought it would worry me…
Now, frankly, normally I would just pass such an event off as it being a draft or something, but for a number of reasons.
Firstly, the door was a fire door, therefore was hinged to be closed, and was a very heavy wooden door, and thus would have taken a significant breeze to rattle it.
Second, was that to have a draft would have been a damn near impossibility – our apartment was at the end of the main corridor, and was the furthest away from lifts & stairs, and as I say above, there was no other doors open in the apartment (all fire doors).
Thirdly, I did do some tests during the day, and with the same conditions, there was no rattle, indeed, after we’d moved back into the original room we didn’t hear any rattling from the corridor (though, to be fair I was dead to the world).
Finally, and possibly (or not) most pertinently, I’d booked to stop at Posh Pads earlier in the (March) on my own, and when I arrived I found that, despite my singular status, I’d been upgraded to a two bedroom apartment… I’ll give you a guess which one…
During my original time there, I had no incidence, despite using that second bedroom on two of the four nights I was there…
Personally, I’m less annoyed at the supernatural, or breeze, as I am myself for not thinking at the time of the most obvious solution; wedge the door open.
As I say, my friend is somewhat sensitive; however she did say something about having thoughts about prostitution going on the building at some point, however given that she’d spent a goodly part of the day in the slavery museum, I’m not sure whether that might just be an over active imagination.
Now, interestingly, on doing a little research (well, I Googled it, and looked at the first Wiki link that appeared), the original building itself dated from 1760, however it had become so dilapidated that it was replaced with an exact replica (which itself boggles my mind) in 2000, so technically it was a new building (despite it looking fairly old), though Wiki does state that, and I quote “Legend has it that building is haunted”. Though, annoyingly there’s no links to any articles/stories.
Sadly since then I’ve not quite had the funds to afford their eye watering rates, so I could see whether I would have that apartment booked to me for a third time…
