Back in 1999 when I was working away in Enfield, London with my mate, his dad and a few others. My mates dad had got me a labouring job at short notice so they were a bit pushed to get me somewhere to stay for the time I was working there. They did have a spare bedroom at there digs but the problem was the owner of the house, an Irishman who they called the paddy, would sometimes stay there the odd night and they were only paying for the four of them. But anyway the first night after my first day at work they decided I could stay there but it would have to be kept hush in case the paddy found out who owned the house.
On the way home from my first day of work we called at a take-away and got a Chinese meal and headed straight to the digs, as they called them. As we were coming into the street I remember thinking they were quite big houses and must be worth some money. We arrived at the house anyway which had a very steep driveway and looked as I thought a little rundown and old fashioned. As we went into the house I just thought this feels a strange house different to any other house I had been in and I’ve stayed at quite a few. I went into the kitchen to plate up my Chinese and was feeling like I was being stared at by someone or something in there I couldn’t get out of that kitchen fast enough and had never had that feeling before but thought nothing of it anyway we just sat in the living room eating our meal and had a couple of beers and a chat then it was time for bed.
I was having to sleep downstairs on a spring out settee/bed in case the Irishman who owned the house wanted to come and sleep in his bed upstairs after finishing his work as a taxi driver. So I set about getting to sleep that first night, tried to relax on the uncomfortable springy bed you could here quit a bit of noise as there was an airport somewhere near. But I couldn’t help thinking the place had an evil feel to it like you were being watched every second. Anyway I was not far from asleep when I heard the living room door opening because I could hear it brushing against the living room carpet underneath it. I turned my head and looked and there was nobody there so again thought nothing of it.
I said to the guys in the morning did anyone come down stairs and open the door but none of them had. The second day went to the site again where we worked and did the same when we finished work. We got a take-away and came back to the house. Same thing again, house had a strange feel to it and wasn’t just tiredness from the first day traveling and work. I went to put my food on my plate in the kitchen and again was feeling watched like there was someone standing over me but there was no one there apart from the other four guys in the living room.
That night came and went and I got a better nights sleep with nothing strange happening, but a few days later after we finished work we had a workmate round for a bit of a chat and just a couple of beers. Our mate had a van that he would sleep in while working away so anyway we had our tea and a couple of beers but I was feeling quite tired this night so my mates dad Bob said I could stay in the house owners bed that night who we called the paddy as he probably wouldn’t be staying until that weekend. I went and got into bed in the paddy’s room and it did have a strange feel to it. It was a bit like the rest of the house, really old fashioned but it had that closed in evil feeling about it like I had felt when in the kitchen. I got in to bed to try and sleep but I could still here my mates dad Bob and our workmate chatting downstairs.
It got until about midnight and then I heard my workmate saying goodnight to Bob then going and starting his van and driving off. I heard Bob locking the door walking up the stairs going for a wee then he went to bed. I was just shutting my eyes trying to sleep and I had a feeling that even though my eyes were shut I was feeling someone was in the room standing over me staring at me but I didn’t want to open my eyes. I had a picture in my mind of this women but she was a corpse with shortish black hair and a pale white face. I couldn’t understand this vision I was having nothing like this had ever happened to me before.
The next thing I knew I heard someone putting the keys in the front door unlocking it and slamming it shut. I thought oh no its the owner coming to stay for the night and I’m in his bed so I jumped out of the bed and went to the landing looking down the stairs it was in darkness and couldn’t see or hear anyone so I went to look in the living room and kitchen but there was no one there and I definitely heard it. I went back to bed and in the end got to sleep.
I asked my workmates in the morning if they had heard the door being unlocked and slamming shut but they had not.when I was adamant that I had heard it they did say they had felt strange in the house and didn’t know what it was but didn’t like it which they all were feeling.
Another day went by without anything to strange happening but on my final night all four of us went to get a Burger King meal and when we came back we were all eating it in the living room and we heard the definite sound of footsteps upstairs yet we were all downstairs.we were all freaked out and one of the lads went upstairs again there was no one there.this was my last night at that house after about a week of being there and I was glad to move on.I don’t know what it was but there was something strange evil and dark about that house.
Sent in by Jonathan, Copyright TrueGhostTales.com 2010