I Lived in a
Now, I will recount in full what happened to
me and my partner in a house we used to live in, before my first born was
It was the winter of 2000, myself and my
partner were expecting our first child, after we had been told that we
couldn't conceive, so we were jubilant at this fact, as you can well imagine.
We had to find a new home, after having to
move from our previous home, and so you can guess, moving is a stressful time,
especially when your partner is expecting! We had to find somewhere pretty
quick, so we settled for a mid terraced property in the Bentley area of our
town. It was a proper dump. Functional I suppose, with barely enough room to
move about, and a tiny kitchen. we had no option to wait there until we could
find a more suitable house in the next few months.
I had just started a new job working as a
security guard in order to keep us going, and it was OK. The spare time I had,
I spent it with my partner, usually visiting friends and family.
One day, I visited my sister, and happened to
meet my brother in law's sister, who had also come down to visit at the same
time. We all chatted and the subject of our recent house move came up as topic
"Where about in Bentley are you moving
to?" She asked.
"Askern Road" I replied.
"We only live a few streets away from
there, and my friend has just moved out of a house there a bit ago" She
She asked me then what number I was at, so I
told her the full address. Her face dropped when I told her.
"I know all about that place" she
"That was where my friend used to live,
and I could tell you things about that place" she continued "But
don't listen to me"
"Why what happened" I asked
"Someone was killed there, a while back,
but don't worry, they put it down to an accident"
I continued to try and quiz her, but she
clammed up and wouldn't let anything slip, so the subject slipped by and we
got onto other things.
For a few days, we kept asking our new
neighbours and local shop workers, if they knew anything about it.
Most of them had not been around long enough
to know much about the street, but a few knew about the incident a few years
previous, but they didn't like to talk about it, only to add to the
information we already had with things like, "Nobody has ever stayed the
full contract since the old lady was killed/slipped etc. on the stairs"
We never could find out who she was, or the
identity of the would be assailant.
A few more weeks went by, and there started
to be a sudden shift in the overall feeling of the house. Things would
disappear and reappear from time to time, though we put this down to us
forgetting or misplacing them ourselves.
The carpet on the stairs would slip from its
fixings, and I nearly fell down quite a few times, only catching the banister
in time. It was a good job that my wife only went up and down the stairs with
my help as I hate to think of what could have happened to her and the baby
The atmosphere had become more oppressive as
time moved on, the feeling that a presence was watching our every move put my
wife into a constant state of paranoia.
She started to refuse to stay in the house
when I was on nightshift, preferring to stay at her parents.
The trouble began when one day, she was in
the kitchen cooking our dinner one night.
She had her back to the doorway of the
kitchen, and felt a presence standing there. Assuming it was me she continued
the conversation we had been having earlier, unaware I was in the living room!
She even saw a figure standing there out of the corner of her eye, but when
she turned to face, what she thought had been me, there was no one there!
After that, all of the activity worsened.
Larger items and money started to go missing,
only to reappear in totally bizarre locations, such as the spare room
cupboards, some never to appear again.
The events took a turn for the worst when, we
were out one day at my sisters again. I always go round, checking I have
turned off the heating, cooker, fires etc. before I leave the house and lock
up, its a force of habit, as I'm sure many others do. All the power was
We returned later that night to find that ALL
the lights had been switched on, the TV and CD player were turned up at full
blast, and again items had been moved.
My first reactions were, we had either had a
break in, or my landlord had been rummaging around the property.
After an inspection, while things had been
moved, they were still there. We also pulled the landlord up and virtually
accused him of unauthorized access to the property. He knew nothing about it,
and our next door neighbours confirmed that no one had been seen entering the
Confused, we both agreed that with things the
way they were, we would try not to spend much time in the house, due to the
strange activity that was unsettling my wife. It wasn't good for her and the
baby.So from that day on we spent very little time as we could there, just to
escape the weirdness.
On one occasion, my father in law came to the
house while we were out. He knocked at the door thinking that we were in and
that we may have been asleep (I worked nights, so was usually in bed in the
day) A figure peeped out of the front window, looking down to see who was
there. Assuming it was us, he began shouting through the letter box, wondering
why we wouldn't answer the door. He then rang my mobile phone, to ask me why
we wouldn't let him in, to which we answered, we couldn't because we were out!
He thought we had had an intruder, again there was nothing.
The incidents kept happening and it became
increasingly difficult to not feel uneasy.
Then one night, around the early hours of the
morning, I was in bed with my partner. I was in a deep sleep and was enjoying
a nice dream, when I heard an all mighty racket. I woke up and jumped up
quickly to the sound of a mans voice and a woman's voice, arguing to blazes
down stairs in my living room! I thought to myself we must have burglars and
woke up my wife who was asleep next to me in bed. She panicked and told me to
sort it out. I then picked up a wooden stick I had in the bed room next to the
bed, and started to walk towards the door to investigate and hopefully scare
them off. But they had heard me creaking on the floorboards, and as I got
towards the door, I heard "Shhh, be quiet some one's coming!" I ran
down the stairs making a din in order to scare the , what I thought were
robbers away, turning all the lights on, only to find that there was no one
apart from myself and my wife there!
That was a really terrifying experience,
first being scared that there were intruders, then to find that they were
A couple of days later the presence on the
stairs came back, and for the first time I actually could perceive it
slightly, so I got out my wife's Polaroid instant camera, and started taking
pictures of the stairs.
Lo and behold on two of the shots a glowing
Christ like, energy form had been captured, we were excited by this and
proceeded to take more shots, and started getting braver until all the film
Later the next day, my father in law came in
for a cup of tea, and we told him about the voices, showed him the photos and
he became quite on edge about the place.
On his way back down stairs, the carpet gave
way from the fixings again (This had been fixed down properly and shouldn't
have done so) as he turned to stop himself from falling, he felt only what he
could describe as a horrible feeling, as if something had passed through him.
He had had encounters with a poltergeist at a previous address before, but
this encounter had really scared him. He actually ran out, colour drained from
his face, refusing to ever set foot in the house again, and he never did!
Things had got too much in the house, and
after we came back from our holidays a week later, we found a new place. Our
baby was nearly due, and I didn't want anything to compromise the birth, so we
Months later we discovered that the previous
tenants, had been party to the spirit in there and were also forced to move
out for similar reasons.
A bit of the truth came out about the
incident on the stairs as well, it had been an old lady who was pushed by an
attacker down the stairs, when she had tried to confront him. The woman had
slipped on the loose carpet and fractured her skull and later died.
I will never forget that house, and I hope
that you will never have to live or go there.
Will Grundy has been involved in matters of
the occult and the spirt since he was young, he runs the Doncaster Ghostwatch
Project (DGWP) a Doncaster, UK based paranormal group http://www.doncasterghostwatch.webitsmart.co.uk
and can be found also on the DGWP forums of which he runs http://www.dgwp.proboards57.com.
If you want to contact him for any reason, email him at firstname.lastname@example.org
and he will be happy to chat to you about all things strange...