I want to hear about you growing up in haunted house. How did you know it was haunted? Was it scary or where you so young you just didn't know to be scared? Why do you think it was haunted?
Oh lord. Story time.
So the house was victorian in era and in the middle of nowhere. I was.. I think like no more then 10-11 years old? When I say middle of nowhere I mean it. We didn't get buses. We had a FARM and like 3-4 other houses then just miles of country.
This was some of the views [HOUSE WAS EMPTY DURING THESE IMAGES/HAS NO SIGNS OF WHERE ITS LOCATED, I THINK ACODRING TO THE HOUSE SELLING SITE THERE IS STILL NO ONE THERE ATM]
So, the house was always cold anyway because it's made of thick bricks and no real instalation or at least when we lived there. It had 2 liveable floors and then an atic.
The atic scared my mother so she never went there and there was a wasps nest up in the top and my step dad was deadly alergric to bees/wasps.
Him and my uncle went up like ONCE ever to check it out and make sure everything was okay, later the wasps were sorted out but anyway. The windows were brand new, double glazing and heavy because England needs double glazing for the weather. So the windows, brand new, heavy, plastic and thick. Not orginal creaky ass windows. Now, no one goes into the attack but sometimes late at night when we drove back home the window would be open. My step dad would run up and close it but wouldn't hang around there, so I dont class that as 'going into the atttic' it was just to fix the window, I remember mood feeding on them both about anxiety for it.
Some backstory about my family. My mother and step father were NO MESS people. Don't believe in ghosts, luck, aliens, God. Nothing. And I didn't know about ghosts.
Everynight I heard scarping in the attic and was told it was rats [Yes we did have rats but now as a rat owner, no way was that rats] and the floors creaking downstairs at night.
Old house, old houses move and shift, thats fine.
I had my own room [it was a 3 bedroom] and I remember everynight laying there in bed as a young kid and I always thought it was my step dad peering around the corner to watch me, make sure I'd settled down to bed. He was always just a black shape but my room was dark save for a little nightlight and a hall light on so I didn't think it was creepy. Just thought my step dad didn't trust me to go to bed. This happened the entire like.. 4 years we lived there? [LATER: when talking to my mother as an adult about it I was like 'Why did STEPDAD do that?' mother looks at me confused and tells me 'he never did that'] Now the real kicker for me is something I overheard YEARS after we moved. I'm what 15-16 when I overhead my step dad and uncle talking. They were talking about the house.
Why did we leave? it was so cheap for something that big. My step dad with no humour in his voice. 'We had to go, she got too close' 'Everynight she was there, it started at the bottom but every night she got closer and closer and closer, she was right outside the window, we had to leave'
From a mad who wasn't phased by anything that was hard to listen to.
the circle shows where she started and made her way up to the kitchen window. I don't know what she looked like, he only ever said 'all white'
