aliEnRIK:bretty:
If there's any interest, i'll tell you bout the ghosties.
Oh definitely
Spill Bretty
Ok. Are you sitting comfortably? Then i'll begin.....
BTW, although many of you i'm sure aren't believers in ghosts and whatnot, I promise you what i'm going to write is on the level.
I moved into my first flat when I was 19. It was a very small, one bedroom flat that was part of an old house, that had been converted into flats. My best friend already lived in the ground floor flat, so when the flat above him became available, I jumped at it. As I said, it was very small. As you walked through the front door, if you turned left you had a door which led into the lounge/kitchen. If you turned right, a door took you through to the bedroom and bathroom. That was it.
I wasn't slowly eased into the spooky stuff, it kicked off from the first night. After my mates had gone home, after a flat warming, I went to bed. Not long after, I was woken by some faint noises, like stuff being moved about in another room. I didn't pay much attention, because there were three flats (including mine) in that house and so I thought the sounds were coming from one of the other flats. Then, a door slammed, and it scared me stiff because I could tell that it was my lounge door. Then, my bedroom door, which was at the foot of my bed, so i'm looking right at the bloody thing, opened and then slammed shut. Well, that was me done. I grabbed my clothes and keys and ran out of the door. I got dressed out in the street, and drove back to my old dears for the night.
I hated myself the next morning for being a wuss, and told myself to basically grow a pair. So, I continued living there, but the ghostly stuff carried on and, as time went on, it intensified. I didn't tell any of my mates about it for ages. I remember one day, I got back from work and went straight round to my mate, Jon, who lived in the flat below me. As soon as I walked in, he said 'What have you been doing up there?' It turned out that doors had been slamming all day and they literally stopped as I knocked on his door. So, I told Jon. He believed me. I told my other mates. They didn't.
One night, two of my mates stayed round. Both non-believers. I had an early start so I left them playing on the Playstation, and went to bed. I was woken by them both barging into my bedroom, white as a sheet, asking if they could sleep in my room (they were supposed to sleep in the lounge). While they were playing, the ghost breathed in my mate Scott's ear and then opened and slammed closed the cupboard door behind him. I'd put up with this for about four months by then, and had gone beyond scared and was angry. So, with the boys slumming it on my bedroom floor, and me in my bed, I said something along the lines of 'That's it! I've had it! why don't you just go!' As I said it, I had the deep breath in my ear and felt pins and needles shoot all the way up my left leg. When I pulled back the duvet, I had scratches on my left leg, running from my ankle to my knee.
That was the pinnacle of activity in that flat. It died down a little after that. The doors still banged every night, but I learnt to sleep through that. I saw out the rest of my six-month lease. The people that moved in after me didn't. They were a young couple with a baby. They, like me on my first night, ran from the flat in the middle of the night. They didn't go back. They were on benefits, and demanded re-housing the next day. They actually saw the ghost. It appeard to them as a boy of about ten.
That took a while to type! I'll do the haunted hotel in a bit, if you want to hear bout it.
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