This happened in 1999 when I was living in Ireland. I had
moved into a house that one of my co-workers owned and was
renting out the rooms. At the time we were four that
lived in the house. I've never experienced any paranormal
activities before then but I have always been a strong
believer.
I had a good vibe when I moved into this house. Things
only started feeling a bit weird when all of my roommates
went away for the bank holiday. During that weekend, I
always felt as if someone or something was watching me. I
kept looking behind me all the time. By Saturday, I
called one of my friends and invited her over for the rest
of the weekend. Have a girly weekend. Things felt ok
until she left Monday night. My roommates were only
arriving the next day.
I was up until about 11 and decided to go to bed as I had
to work the next morning. I did my usual rounds to check
if everything was locked. So I went upstairs to my room
and read a bit. Suddenly there was a loud crash
downstairs. I was sure that someone had broken in. It was
as if someone was walking in broken glass. I locked
myself in my room and started praying. There was no way I
was going to go downstairs. The shuffling of the glass
lasted for quite a while. I didn't get a wink of sleep
that night.
When it was time for me to go to work I quietly got
dressed and was planning to make a run for it. I crept
down the stairs and at the foot of the stairs the entire
light fixture was ripped from the ceiling and the broken
glass had been moved around as if someone had shuffled its
feet in it. The hair on the back of my head was standing
up. I bolted from the house. I told one of my friends
about it during the day and he said he'd come over with me
to investigate. I hadn't even checked if we had been
broken into. So when we got to the house after work we
checked and all the windows and doors were still locked.
No one could have gotten into the house. That freaked me
out. He stayed with me until my roommates came home.
After that incident nothing major happened. I lived in
that house for almost a year afterwards. From time to
time I'd hear someone sweeping in the kitchen when I'd be
alone. That didn't freak me out as much. It would always
stop when I'd go downstairs to see if someone was home.
I asked the owner about the house and he simply said... oh
that's Uncle Henry. I don't know if he was trying to pick
up the mess that he had made. After I moved out, I didn’t
experience any other paranormal activities. I will never
forget that experience for as long that I live.
Contact me here: parachutegirl@hotmail.com
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