sher
Skilled Investigator
What I am about to write about is an experience my sister and I had when I was eleven years old, my sister was fifteen.
It was and still is the most terrifying thing that has happened to me.
My mum and dad split when I was four and mum and us three kids moved from Yorkshire to Essex two years later, this meant that we would visit and stay with dad and his new partner in the six weeks school holidays.
It was when I was eleven that dad decided to re-marry, and my sister and I were to be bridesmaids, I feel I should point out that I was OK with this, didn't really have an opinion about it as the divorce from mum happened when I was still really little, so yea, just went along with it really.
The house that dad lived in was an ordinary council estate house, nothing creepy at all but, everytime I was there I felt a tension, not from people just an undercurrent that eventually became the norm.
On our visits, because the house was only two bedrooms, one for dad and julie, and the other for julie's son, my sister and I would take the double bedroom and dad would sleep on the sofa bed downstairs. We did this for years but it was only the year of the wedding that we had the frightening experience.
The wedding day came and went without a problem it really was a very happy day for everybody, as bridesmaids we were given a necklace as a gift which I really treasured! and that night, got ready for bed and remember taking of my necklace and shaping it into a love heart on the dressing table.
Laying there, my sis and I talked over the day and eventually I started to nod off, Angela always fell asleep after me as she would read for a while,we always left a lamp on through the night.
We had been asleep for around two hours, I think, when we were awoken by a clunking noise and then a creak. The noise had come from my side of the bed, but at the bottom where the airing cubpoard was.Never before, had the door to that cupboard ever done that and what made it worse was, that you had to really yank it to get it open as it would stick.
Petrified, I rolled to my sister's side of the bed, and remember her saying that she had heard it too and that she couldn't, didn't dare open her eyes..(remember, the lamp was on all night)..it all happened so quick, but whilst I was still laying there, cold sweat, crying, I guess she had opened her eyes because all I remember was the scream. It was the most awful, terrifying scream and still now, I find it upsetting. She was looking towards my side of the bed, but next to me, so instinct told me to look also.
What I saw will stay with me for the rest of my life. A figure about 4 foot tall, all black, no face, hunched and from what I remember, moving 'unnaturally' towards the dressing table that was next to me. I don't think words can describe how I felt, like my heart would stop, couldn't catch my breath, couldn't scream...but my dad had heard Angela's screams and ran upstairs, by this time I had pulled the cover over my head and was inconsolable.
We told dad what had happened, after we had calmed right down.We ended up sleeping downstairs with them.
The next day, dad came with us upstairs as we had to pack our things because we were too scared to stay there anymore, we were only ever going to stay at my aunties from then on. So, this was early, the boys weren't up yet but we all had had such a restless night that we were up around 7am.
The final straw for me, was when we went back upstairs.
The necklace that I had shaped in to a love heart was no longer like that, it was moved and there can be no explanation for this.
I never did stay there again, and from then on we stayed at either my grans house or our aunts.
So, sorry for the long story, but I felt I had to make it clear the events preceding what happened.
Thanks for reading, what do you think?
It was and still is the most terrifying thing that has happened to me.
My mum and dad split when I was four and mum and us three kids moved from Yorkshire to Essex two years later, this meant that we would visit and stay with dad and his new partner in the six weeks school holidays.
It was when I was eleven that dad decided to re-marry, and my sister and I were to be bridesmaids, I feel I should point out that I was OK with this, didn't really have an opinion about it as the divorce from mum happened when I was still really little, so yea, just went along with it really.
The house that dad lived in was an ordinary council estate house, nothing creepy at all but, everytime I was there I felt a tension, not from people just an undercurrent that eventually became the norm.
On our visits, because the house was only two bedrooms, one for dad and julie, and the other for julie's son, my sister and I would take the double bedroom and dad would sleep on the sofa bed downstairs. We did this for years but it was only the year of the wedding that we had the frightening experience.
The wedding day came and went without a problem it really was a very happy day for everybody, as bridesmaids we were given a necklace as a gift which I really treasured! and that night, got ready for bed and remember taking of my necklace and shaping it into a love heart on the dressing table.
Laying there, my sis and I talked over the day and eventually I started to nod off, Angela always fell asleep after me as she would read for a while,we always left a lamp on through the night.
We had been asleep for around two hours, I think, when we were awoken by a clunking noise and then a creak. The noise had come from my side of the bed, but at the bottom where the airing cubpoard was.Never before, had the door to that cupboard ever done that and what made it worse was, that you had to really yank it to get it open as it would stick.
Petrified, I rolled to my sister's side of the bed, and remember her saying that she had heard it too and that she couldn't, didn't dare open her eyes..(remember, the lamp was on all night)..it all happened so quick, but whilst I was still laying there, cold sweat, crying, I guess she had opened her eyes because all I remember was the scream. It was the most awful, terrifying scream and still now, I find it upsetting. She was looking towards my side of the bed, but next to me, so instinct told me to look also.
What I saw will stay with me for the rest of my life. A figure about 4 foot tall, all black, no face, hunched and from what I remember, moving 'unnaturally' towards the dressing table that was next to me. I don't think words can describe how I felt, like my heart would stop, couldn't catch my breath, couldn't scream...but my dad had heard Angela's screams and ran upstairs, by this time I had pulled the cover over my head and was inconsolable.
We told dad what had happened, after we had calmed right down.We ended up sleeping downstairs with them.
The next day, dad came with us upstairs as we had to pack our things because we were too scared to stay there anymore, we were only ever going to stay at my aunties from then on. So, this was early, the boys weren't up yet but we all had had such a restless night that we were up around 7am.
The final straw for me, was when we went back upstairs.
The necklace that I had shaped in to a love heart was no longer like that, it was moved and there can be no explanation for this.
I never did stay there again, and from then on we stayed at either my grans house or our aunts.
So, sorry for the long story, but I felt I had to make it clear the events preceding what happened.
Thanks for reading, what do you think?