The story I'm about to tell is completely true, with no exaggeration or embellishment. In fact, some of the events are so extreme, that I feel rather embarrassed to tell it, because some people will think I'm either mad, or a liar. It's an account of events that occured in the last house I used to live in, some six years ago.
On September 26th 1988, just before my 21st birthday, my mother, my sisters and myself moved into an unassuming council house in South Manchester. It was not until nearly nine years later, just before we left, that a neighbour, who had been there for decades, told us of the previous occupants. A sister and brother had lived in the house, getting on well together. The brother then got married, and brought his wife to live with him. Some time later, the sister died in the house, in a bizarre way. She was found sat up in bed, staring, with her mouth wide open. Some time after that, the brother then died, leaving his wife alone. She left shortly afterwards.
The First Incident
The first notable incident occured after six months. My mother went to use the downstairs loo, and as she approached the door, which was closed to, but not completely shut, she saw a shadow of movement beneath the door, and heard somebody clearing their throat. She assumed that one of us was in there. So my mum went to use the bathroom upstairs. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, she heard that the rest of us were in conversation upstairs. My poor worried mum went back to the downstairs loo, pushed open the door, and found it was empty!
These were heard by all family members over the years, but I can't remember exactly when they started. The knocks would be heard on all upstairs doors, including the bathroom. They increased in frequency as time wore on. I remember the sound clearly. A sharp loud knock...knuckles against wood.
Sometimes, there would be the feeling of a person on the other side of the door. On several occasions, people in the bath would hear someone moving about outside the door, followed by a knock, then nothing. The knocks would happen on closed doors, or even on almost closed doors. As the years passed, footsteps began to be heard, as well. In later years, my sister heard the knock, as she was stood near her bedroom door, and the door, which wasn't completely shut, swung inwards slightly, bumping into my sister, who understandably, was shaken when she realised no one was there. On another occasion, I heard (bizarrely) someone rustling a bin-liner outside my door.
As the years passed, whenever we were all downstairs, the sound of footsteps overhead became more frequent. These were heavy footsteps, moving from one room to another. Occasionally, the sound of someone sitting on a bed, or even flushing a toilet! It became so common, that in the end, we just began to ignore them. Our attitude was, "Oh...footsteps in my room again...that'll be the heavy-footed ghost."
The Front Door
We would often hear someone letting themselves in through the front door. Key in the door...latch turning, door opening. But when we went to look, the door was closed, and no one was in sight. We thought it was burglars at first, then kids mucking about, and eventually, like the footsteps, it just became one of those things. A quick glance to make sure all was secure, and then back to whatever you were doing.
We heard voices on several occasions. My sister was walking up the stairs one evening, when she heard someone whispering in her ear. She can't remember the exact words, but it was a sneering voice that said something along the lines of, "I'm watching you." She would also sometimes hear my mother calling her, but when she asked my mother what she wanted, my mum would point out that she hadn't shouted. Myself, I would occasionally hear a distant voice calling me, late at night. I could never tell where it came from.
My Bizarre Sleep-Paralysis Event
I awoke suddenly one night. My room was in darkness, except for a tiny slither of light around my partially open bedroom door. I find total darkness suffocating, so I always left a gap of about an inch. I felt someone pressing down on me, and saw an outline, blocking out the light. The entity stroked my back gently, and with an affectionate, motherly voice said, "there, there Delta." And suddenly I was up out of bed, making my way downstairs very fast!
It gets stranger. My mum was already awake in the kitchen downstairs, (directly beneath my room) despite it being the early hours. My mum was sat there, and she suddenly felt strange, as if she had gone into a trance. She heard a distant whirring noise, that lasted for a few minutes. It was during this noise, that I had my sleep paralysis incident. When my mother saw me run into the room, she knew instantly that something had happened to me.
To be continued in a second part...
Below is a house very similar to the house in question (a dozen or so streets away in fact), but is not the actual house.