In the early 1990s I lived in a late nineteenth century mid-terraced house, part of a row of former brewery workers' houses. My then boyfriend and I moved in and everything seemed okay and to be honest, I was too busy renovating the house to pay much attention to anything else. We got on well with the neighbours on one side who were a similar age to us, but for some reason the elderly neighbours on the otherside disliked us from day one despite all our attempts to be friendly; perhaps it was the boyfriend's long hair and heavy metal t-shirts that frightened them off!
Anyway, the friendly neighbours' cats starting calling round and made themselves at home; however, neither cat would hardly ever go into the front bedroon and if they did, they would just go completely loopy and run around as if possessed!
I sometimes began to feel as though I was being watched when I was in the kitchen (the kitchen and back room had been merged into one room) and I felt as though a man had walked into the room and was leaning against the fireplace, watching me. I always had the distinct impression that 'it' was male.
What made it even more odd, was that one of the cats would sit on the kitchen worktop appearing to watch someone walk into the room; his head and eyes would seem to follow this 'person' to the exact spot where I felt them to be when I had my back turned. I never felt scared or nervous in anyway when this happened; whenever I felt the presence, I began to talk to 'him', saying things like "hello, are you back again?" and such like.
One night, I went to go into the bathroom, but didn't put the landing light on as the hallway light was on below, so upstairs was unlit but not entirely blacked out. I pushed the bathroom door open and suddenly heard an almighty crash come from within the bathroom. Now this was a pretty big crash and I immediately thought "oh no, Dad's bottle has fallen from the shelf into the bath and broken". This is an old glass stopper bottle that Dad had given to me and has great sentimental value.
|My treasured glass bottle - subject of paranormal activity?|
Nothing had been moved on the shelf and there was no way that the stopper could have been pushed out of the bottle (which has a very tight neck on it) and been projected from its place on the shelf behind the bathroom door, around the door itself to land exactly between my toes. Objects cannot fall or be thrown around corners!
I was incredulous and felt in no way scared. I immediately ran downstairs to tell my boyfriend what had happened. He wasn't much interested and thought it was my 'imagination'!
Anyway, I didn't tell anyone else and pretty much forgot about it until one day, when I was talking to our friendly neighbour who asked me if I thought anything was wrong with our house. Now, I thought she was talking about our hostile neighbours on the other side and began to moan about the miserable buggers. She said she didn't mean them, but she had seen the figure of an old man on the stairs in her house and also in her bedroom. When she saw him the once in the bedroom, he had passed through the wall, which separated their bedroom from our front one - the one which the cats didn't like.
I then told her about my experiences and that I never felt threatened or anything; just an odd sensation that someone was watching me. However, my neighbour said that she found the 'ghost' threatening and was scared by it.
|Me in front of the fireplace where I used to sense 'it' standing and staring at me|
Apart from the 'usual' watching sensation, nothing else happend. Eventually the boyfriend and I broke up and I moved out. He never believed me about my experiences in the house and I'll leave you all to draw your own conclusions.