Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

Right, first I want to say that before the events that happened I wasn’t into all this spooky, ghost stories and stuff; to me it was complete nonsense. However now I am a firm believer that there are such forces on this world that cannot be explained.

I am 16, and I moved to my new house with my Mum and Dad and cat only a few months ago. We bought the house from an elderly man who wanted to move up to Scotland nearer his relations after just going through the pain of losing his wife to cancer. The house was considerably cheap as he wanted to move ASAP. When we moved in a few months later, the first thing I remember noticing was the distinct smell of smoke (the previous owner was a heavy smoker) and of dampness.

After a few weeks of settling in, my parents had started work on the upstairs of the house as the decor was old, outdated and obviously stained yellow from cigarette smoke. That’s when weird things started to happen.

One morning I remember my Mum saying to my Dad, “Did you leave the bathroom cupboard doors open?” to which he replied “No” and I know he wouldn’t lie, and I know that I didn’t open them. The doors were solid and hard, they couldn’t just open by themselves.

Later that day and I came home from school to find my parents were out and our cat, Snuggle, was nowhere to be found. I went to the kitchen to get a snack and stopped to hear the shower upstairs going with a lady singing in it. It didn’t sound like Mum but I presumed it was her as we were detached with no neighbours. I went up the stairs, the sound had gotten distinctively louder. As I opened the door the sound cut out, just like that, and I walked in to find the shower was turned off but fresh water still dripped from it and the shower curtain. Water that would have cleared within seconds if my parents had had a shower before going out. I turned to find the bathroom cupboard doors were wide open revealing the boiler. I was freaked out, and with that I heard scratching and clawing, I went into my parents room and opened their cupboard and Snuggle came flying out, scaring the life out of me, he whizzed down the stairs and straight out the cap-flap.

I told my parents who found it strange but funny. Neither had had a shower before going out and they distinctively remember leaving Snuggle asleep on the sofa. They didn’t take it as seriously as I did. I was convinced something was wrong. However I came home from school the next day and the same thing had happened to my parents, the whole lady singing in the shower experience.

Mum had a friend who knew about haunted houses and ghosts and that sort of thing. We invited her round, and after a tour of the house and a quick analysis, she said that there was an elderly lady at unrest in the house (possibly the wife to the previous owner of the house: the old lady who had died of cancer).

A few days passed and nothing happened, nothing out of the ordinary and nothing bizarre or strange. That was, until, my parents started up work on the upstairs again. The same events repeated themselves over and over; they couldn’t be explained. Whenever my parents would do work on the house, whatever it may be, these strange events start up.&nbsp;<br />Perhaps the old lady doesn’t like us changing her house, but it’s not her house anymore and she’ll have to put up with it. We’re sure she doesn’t mean us any harm, she’s just showing us she’s there and being disturbed. Hopefully she’ll come to accept us soon.

Sent in by Jay David Woodlands, Copyright 2009