Firstly, if you read my story and want to get in touch
with me please don't send me e-mails that contain a
listing of all the reasons why this story can't possibly
be true because I will merely erase them because I know
that this is 100% true!
I have lived in my house since I was 4 years old and have
always felt an eerie presence since that age. I am now 14
which means I have lived in this house for a total of 10
years and this presence has never ever gone away.
The main thing that has happened to me whilst living here
was when I was around 9 or 10 years old, which even though
was 5 years ago I remember vividly. I was thirsty in the
middle of the night so I got out of bed and went
downstairs to get a glass of Juice. I was always scared of
the dark as a child but as I was walking down the stairs I
was relieved to see the living room light still switched
on so I gathered my Mum or Dad were still awake and
watching T.V.
I got my juice and decided to go in to whoever was in
there. To get into our living room you have to walk
through our dining room which has two Doors with windows
in leading to the living room. I could still clearly see
the lights still on. Just as I went to go in the light
quickly switched off. I opened the doors and seen a very
empty living room. As I turned away I felt someone or
something push past me.
I was a little shaken by it so I hurriedly made my way to
the hall to go upstairs. As I turned to climb our
staircase I saw a man who looked about 50-55 slouched
against the wall on the third stair up. He had his eyes
closed and was holding a bottle of beer. He had a
translucent appearance which absolutely terrified me!
I ran to my room and got under my covers and stayed there
until morning. I told my mum about my experience and she
tried to reassure me, i.e., u were sleepwalking but I knew
for a fact I wasn't because I had drank the juice and left
the living room doors wide open. I knew she was wrong and
went into my room and sulked because she wouldn't believe
me!
The next day I heard my Mum talking to my Dad and she was
telling him about my experience. She told him that I was
probably sleepwalking, just like she told me but my Dad
disagreed and told her the same thing had happened to him
about a week before me. She was shocked from what I could
make out and wanted to move! I really like the house and
didn't want to go. Even though the ghost scared me, it
hadn't harmed me and I didn't think it was serious enough
to move.
I went in my room that night and found a ball of scrunched
up paper on my chest of drawers. I opened it and it said:
Don't be scared I'll do no harm, just too fond off the old
beer! I took the note to my Dad who read it and chuckled
to himself. He then showed it to my mum who also giggled
and sort of came round. We never moved in the end and I
never saw the man again. I still feel a presence on the
stairs but it doesn't bother me anymore and I think of him
as a drunken uncle for some strange reason!
We never got the house checked out but a few locals told
us the owner before the people we bought the house off was
an alcoholic and used to sleep on the stairs so as not to
wake his wife when he was drunk! He died in the house and
we have been told he was really funny, kind man before he
started to drink, so I really felt no need to be scared!
I hope you enjoyed my story, if you have any questions or
want to contact me e-mail me if you wish, sorry it was a
bit long!!
Contact me here: amyblacklock02@hotmail.com
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