Nothing really scary happened there but some odd things happened from time to time. The one I remember the best was the time I was going upstairs to put some clothes away and I had a wooden coat hanger in my hand, the kind with just an arched piece of wood and the hook. I didn't need to take it into the bedroom so I set it down on the handrail over the stairs. I put it flat and the long way so it wouldn't fall off.
When I came out of the bedroom a couple minutes later the hanger was sitting up, balanced across the handrail. I don't think I could have got it to do that myself. There was no one else in the house but the cat and I don't think she's that good at playing tricks on me!
The other things that happened at that house were tiny things like the sound of the lights going on outside of the bedroom but they didn't go off or on when I heard the sound. Then there were the usual bangs and thumps.
What I did find interesting was that one of the occupants of that house was a famous (in the UK) BBC radio cricket commentator and his name was John Arlott. He was born in that house and his grandfather was the caretaker for the cemetery. I bought a couple books about him to find out more about him.
His bedroom was my favorite room in that house and all the things that happened there were right outside his old bedroom. The house had a plaque placed on the outside to mark that it was an historical building because of Mr. Arlott and during the dedication his family came in to look around. They mentioned he had talked about the house a lot, fond memories of reading by candle light.
Sadly, the local kids made it their business to drive us away and it worked. They shouted at us all day and night, knocked on the door and ran all the time and eventually started throwing things at the house and trying to break in while I was there alone. When bricks were thrown through the windows where I usually sat we couldn't take it anymore and decided to move. The police, there almost every day, were useless. It's sad because it was a very nice house.
When we moved from that house we had to rent to get away while it was painted, recarpeted, etc. so we could sell it. So we rented this house out in the country where the kids are brought up a little better (but not much). Some strange things have been happening here too.
The first incident I recall was when my husband was at one side of the house downstairs and I was on the other. Only the kitchen separated us. I heard a sound that sounded like he tripped over something and was about to fall. He said he heard me make the same sort of sound.
There were no windows open and when we asked each other about it we didn't come to any conclusions but decided not to talk about it any more that night.
It's very quiet here so I can hear sounds very clearly. One time I was upstairs in the first bedroom and I could hear my husband clearing his throat. The disturbing part about that was that he was at work. Just to check he was not there I called him at work and told him about it.
Hmmmmmm.
My favorite one involves a "shadow person" and you Art Bell fans will know what I'm talking about. In fact I called Art Bell one night when that was the topic and told him on the air about my encounter. I was sitting on the bed in the small room upstairs (same room) and was ironing some clohtes. The cat was in there with me as usual. All of a sudden, at first from the corner of my eye I saw a shadow so I looked at it and saw a small, charcoal colored, smokey figure of a person about 4 feet high. It reached out it's long arm and knocked a towel off the doorknob and backed out of the room very fast.
When I looked at the cat, she was looking at the door exactly where this thing had been. She looked for about 20 seconds and then looked away.
We still hear strange noises that can't be explained and my husband refuses to talk about the shadow person because he has to walk home from work in the dark at certain times of the year and he says parts of the walk are very "Blair Witchy" because it's out in the country.
There are some little things that happen from time to time that I don't find scary but my husband does. For example, one hot night we had the window open about three inches so the cat couldn't get out and we wanted some cool night air. When I looked at the window it was closed. I asked my husband why he would do such a thing when it was so hot. He looked at me with a blank expression and said "I didn't do that." It shook him up a little. Other small things like that happen all the time. This house isn't really that old but it's right on the edge of wheat and barley fields as far as the eye can see and there's no telling what was here before that.
Thanks for reading... sorry it was so long.