Strange Happenings In Haunted House In England
I used to live on a little island at the bottom of England, near the beach in a row of townhouses. My house, in particular, was the middle house, and personally, I describe the middle three as “death row” as a man had died in the same month in each house.
Me and my family experienced many unexplainable things. Footsteps, lights turning on and off and sometimes we would see black figures in the doorways. My dog used to sit at the foot of the second flight of stairs and bark, or just stare at the door at the top. I decided to ignore it and dismiss it as my mind playing tricks on me, but then things got worse. Me and my sister used to share a room and one day she claimed that she had woken up in the middle of the night and found me stood in the corner of the room wide-eyed and staring directly at her in the dark. She said she asked me what I was doing, but I didn’t reply and just kept standing there.
I have no recollection of this night, and since then she’s told me I say some pretty weird things while asleep. After this, I was sat in the room, and my older brother was just about to leave to play football. My sister had a mirror opposite the door at the foot of her bed, and this day I was sat just in front of it on the phone to a friend. When my brother called up the stairs to tell me he was leaving, I looked through the reflection of the mirror and found a man stood in the doorway of my room. He was very tall, his eyes were pure black, and his hair was also very dark. His lips were pale like his skin. And the man also wore a black and orange stripy t-shirt as well as black trousers. He stood abnormally still, and I looked right back at the man for a full thirty seconds before I decided to turn around.
Only when I did he wasn’t there. In fear, I grabbed my phone and went down to the lounge to sit with my dog, and just as I had got done there, I saw my brothers car pull out of the driveway. I put some music channel on the TV and tried to forget about my experience upstairs. The dog, like before, wouldn’t stop barking at the flight of stairs and the TV kept going fuzzy. Footsteps could be heard upstairs, and doors slammed. Pictures fell from the walls, and the curtains shook violently.
My family have a history of ghosts as my mum had experienced something just like I had when she was my age. My dad also claimed that when he was eighteen, he woke up one night and was levitating and things were being thrown towards him. Both I and my mother have previously done Ouija boards, and a few of the hauntings have continued. I moved out of that house, but I have stayed in the area. The house I recently moved into had two creepy, old paintings hung on the walls, and my dad decided to keep them. I do still see black figures out of the corner of my eye, and one time I even saw a candle become randomly lit. Here is one of the paintings