Haunted House

[Something Else]

Can you change my name to Something Else please.

[Something Else]

Mouldy bawls? Wind problems? Tesco can fix it.

Can I?

I thought you were an electric plumber.

[Something Else]

Thanks.

[Biggles]

The place my ex and I had for 10 years was a wee bit creepy but I liked it. It was pretty old (title deeds went back to the 18th century) and there was an old church next door too.

SGG mentioned the old man that used to walk through her room when she was little but we told her it was a dream. She was never upset or spooked though.

After we sold it my ex was talking to a local shop keeper who said !you sold the haunted house then!? She was like "WTF"? He said "yeah the previous owners had it exorcised twice". When we moved in the previous owners had left two small crucifixes on little hooks in a couple of the rooms (SGGs bed room as it happens). When we moved in my ex took them down and said "what a weird thing to leave behind". Never thought anything more about it until then. Funny old world.

It only after we sold it that our child minder told us that she was terrified to be by herself in there and would always collect the kids first as the place seemed to transform the moment they set foot in the place.

I loved that old house load of superstitious tripe if you ask me. I restored a lot of the original features and freed up a beautiful magnolia tree that was being choked by a bay tree. It looked smashing by the time we split up (sods law). Hey Ho!

[j2k4]

I dont know, its just cold in there all the walls are stone, its dark and quiet, then loud noises sound louder and make you jump, and some cunt appears out of nowhere and makes you jump.

The place my ex and I had for 10 years was a wee bit creepy but I liked it. It was pretty old (title deeds went back to the 18th century) and there was an old church next door too.

SGG mentioned the old man that used to walk through her room when she was little but we told her it was a dream. She was never upset or spooked though.

After we sold it my ex was talking to a local shop keeper who said !you sold the haunted house then!? She was like "WTF"? He said "yeah the previous owners had it exorcised twice". When we moved in the previous owners had left two small crucifixes on little hooks in a couple of the rooms (SGGs bed room as it happens). When we moved in my ex took them down and said "what a weird thing to leave behind". Never thought anything more about it until then. Funny old world.

It only after we sold it that our child minder told us that she was terrified to be by herself in there and would always collect the kids first as the place seemed to transform the moment they set foot in the place.

I loved that old house load of superstitious tripe if you ask me. I restored a lot of the original features and freed up a beautiful magnolia tree that was being choked by a bay tree. It looked smashing by the time we split up (sods law). Hey Ho!

You fellows won't even acknowledge that, in both circumstances, you are merely oppressed (and rightfully, no doubt) by the proximity of a religious aura.

It's okay, believe me...it's called guilt, and it won't hurt you a bit.

[Skweeky]

Only when your'e catholic, it kinda does.

[Skweeky]

Anyway, I've got a scary story as well:

When I was 12, my parents still had a pub. The building we lived in was quite large, it consisted of the ground floor with the pub, a kitchen, a small lounge, a very very long corridor leading to a ballroom and a little outside but, surrounded by walls. The whole building had cellars running underneath it. The top floor is where we had all the bedrooms, the bathroom and the large lounge.

Once or twice a year, when the pub was closed, we would clear out the beer cellar, and scrub the place from top to bottom.
It was also normal for me to get up on my own and head off to school on my own as my parents were usually up quite late.

One morning after the annual cleaning I got up for school and walked through the large lounge, but at the moment I grabbed the handle to open to door to the stairwell, I heard a girl's voice calling 'Help help'. My sister's room was adjacent to the lounge so I thought maybe she was having a nightmare. I opened the door to her room only to find her soundly asleep.
I didn't think anything of it, so started to head downstairs when I heard the same thing. Again, I checked on my sister, and also looked into my mum's room, but again both of them were fast asleep.

I concluded it must have been my imagination so I went downstairs. As I passed the door to the cellar, I heard the same thing again.
I had no reason to feel scared, so I flicked on the light to the cellar, went downstairs and flicked the light on there. I checked into the little rooms first, then went into the main cellar, which had been cleared completely the previous day.
I flicked on the light there and saw a flick knife with a wooden handle lying on the floor. I assumed my dad had accidentaly dropped it there, so I picked it up, went upstairs,put it on the dining table and went to school.

When I came home at night, my mum asked me if I knew about the knife that I had left on the table that morning. I explained to her I had found it in the cellar and thought it belonged to my dad. Neither her, my dad, or my sister had ever seen the thing before.

I never felt scared once and the house we lived in was built in the sixties, all it had ever been was a pub ( a socialist one I have to say).

[j2k4]

Only when your'e catholic, it kinda does.

I have never seen a Catholic wracked with guilt.

Well, not since Vatican II, anyhow.

[Alien5]

Thank Fuck it's over, i searched everywhere for the ghost, didn't see shit, fucking froze my ass off 'n no fucking internets to steal in that place, pwned the fuck out of the free coffee machine tho

[Rat Faced]

Allen. There's no such things as ghosts. Stop being a girl

You have proof?