Ghost Stories & Paranormal Encounters

I was recently staying with a group of friends in Torquay England and we could have sworn the house we were staying in was haunted. It was a fairly large two-story house with bedrooms on both levels.

On the first morning, one of the girls sleeping downstairs says she woke up to go to the toilet just before 5 am and when she was getting back into bed she heard a voice upstairs shout ‘Everybody shut up! Be quiet!’ She said it wasn’t muffled at all, it sounded as if the person was standing at the top of the staircase just outside her bedroom door. She waited a few minutes but didn’t hear anything else and eventually went back to sleep. Later on she asked if anyone had been up yelling at 5 am but everyone swore they were asleep and no one else heard the shout.

At about 9 am on the same morning, as well as the following two mornings, my boyfriend and I awoke in an upstairs bedroom to what sounded like people moving about in the kitchen and talking (the kitchen was right next to our bedroom). When we’d get up, we’d go out to the kitchen only to find that everyone was still in bed, and when we asked if anyone had been up they all denied it.

On our second to last day in Torquay, everyone apart from my boyfriend and I had gone out for lunch. We were sitting in the lounge room watching a movie and eating lunch when we both heard what sounded like people moving around in the kitchen, like rustling through the packets and things in the pantry and on the bench. I got up, knowing that no one was home, and walked into the kitchen. As soon as I reached the doorway the noises stopped, and there was no way anyone could have left the room without me seeing them. My boyfriend and I searched the house but all the cars, except ours, were gone and the house was empty except for us.

Later that night we’d all gone out for dinner except for one of the guys who wasn’t feeling well. He said he was watching a movie upstairs when he heard the front door slam downstairs, then the door that led to the back part of the house. He thought someone must have come home in a bit of a temper so he waited, but he didn’t hear any of the bedroom doors downstairs close nor the back door (which squeaked audibly) open and close. He went downstairs to investigate only to find no one home. What makes it strange is that to open the front door you need a four digit code that changes every week when the new renters stay there.

A few nights we were there we woke in the morning to find random lights on when the night before we’d made sure they were all turned off. Some days, if we left cups or towels or anything out on the back patio, the next morning they wouldn’t be in the same place. While we all thought these occurrences were weird, no one said anything about being scared of them, and I know that I certainly wasn’t. We were more curious about what was causing these things to happen.

When we left the house we all said a cheery goodbye to whoever or whatever decided to let us know that they were holidaying with us too, and we’re thinking of going back to the same house next summer, so hopefully more things will happen and we’ll find out more about what’s going on.

Written by Jessica, Copyright TrueGhostTales.com 2010