this thread is such a good idea
ive had a few experiences over the years, just little things, but then me and my boyfriend moved out 2 years ago, and that house definitely had something in it
this may be long, just warning you
its started on the first day in the house, just little things, a vase flew off the fire place in front of me and my dad (and i mean flew, it shot across the room), but it didnt break. a canvas fell off the wall in a similar fashion for no reason. i was cleaning the kitchen (the last owners left it a mess), while james (boyfriend) and my dad went to bring the rest of our stuff, and there was this almighty bang from one of the kitchen cupboards, no one else was in the house. i suddenly felt this overwhelming feeling of dread and backed up into a corner. it felt like something was coming towards me, like i could sense it, then james and my dad opened the front door and the feeling went away instantly.
then that night, i woke up to hearing was sounded like really loud footsteps going insanely fast up and down the stairs, in our room, and into the bathroom repeatedly, and then james let out this ear piercing scream. it scared me to death so i shook him awake. he then told me that he was awake but couldnt move or speak (sleep paralysis), he said he could see a shadowy figure running in and out our room, which is what i had heard. he said it kept leaning over him when it came in the room and he couldnt move or speak.
we both believe in the paranormal with us both having some experiences from being children, so this shook us up abit. things like this continued for a while.
also i kept getting long scratches from my elbow to wrist with no explanation. i was on the couch watching tv one day and i felt burning on my arm and i looked and there was a fresh scratch. the xmas tree 'fell' on me when i was alone too. i say 'fell' because it seemed more like it had been pulled with the force of it. the tap used to run by itself, the kettle used to boil itself, to cooker used to turn itself on. a family member stayed one night and we hadnt mentioned anything to them with fear of scaring them and the next day he said he couldnt sleep and kept hearing footsteps in the back room. i have heard the foot steps in the back room too, its joined into the kitchen and i was washing dishes. its laminate flooring and it sounded like bare feet slapping on the floor towards me, every time i looked over it stopped.
we had a small cupboard under the stairs, and we just had random stuff in it, we never went in it really. but one morning as i rolled over in bed half asleep, i heard a door slam really loud, it scared me to death, but then an overwhelming urge to sleep hit me and i just went to sleep. later that day i needed something from that cupboard and we couldnt open the door, it doesnt lock and the door is normally loose. but we kept trying but couldnt open it, so james took the handle and everything off and still could not open it, even though there would be nothing to stop it now. we walked away from the door and it opened itself. there was a really cold breeze coming from the cupboard. we got what we wanted and shut the door and couldnt open it again after that, we had to leave the stuff that was in it when we left.
we also had a few pets, 2 dogs, 16 mice, 2 rats and a hamster.
the mice were split into to tanks, boys and girls (we got 2 mice from a pet shop and they gave us a boy and girl for some reason which resulted in babies

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we woke up one morning to find all the females had ate each other. they werent starving as we adored them and looked after them so well. it was very strange. the boy mice did the same, with only the dad left who was so old and blind he could barely move. but somehow he climbed out of a big tank when he could barley move and got into my hamsters cage and got killed. then one of the rats ate the other and then the other died for no reason, and then my hamster died.
my dogs were quite distressed in this house which after all the animals dying was one of the reasons we decided to move, we didnt want anything to happen to them as well as us.
i must point out that the animals dying all happened in the same week.
there were a few occasions when i was on my own and there was really loud banging from the back room that terrified me. and the dogs were going crazy.
james was on his own one day i was in work and he was off and the living room door was shut. the door handle started vibrating like mad and he rang me thinking i had come back from work when he was at the shop and was playing a prank on him.
things used to move all the time too, in weird places. the tv remote completely disappeared, we searched everywhere and could not find it, then we came in from being out and it was on the arm of the chair. that happened twice.
also i cant forget the overwhelming feelings you got in this house. you could have had the best day at work but as soon as you set foot in that door, you felt unbelievably depressed and angry all the time. we noticed as soon as we moved that we felt better and didnt argue half as much.
i know there alot more stuff but i cant think properly right now, there was so much that happened. we are both so glad we moved out and our dogs are so happy now and well behaved.
sorry for the long essay
