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"During
1996, I lived very briefly in a weird little flat in Worthing, one could
tell immediately, upon going in that something was there. The
atmosphere was heavily oppressive and decidedly odd. I had to get away
from this suffocating feeling and popped round to my parents place
nearby...but on returning at the end of the evening, it felt
worse. Nothing would lift the awful pit-of-the-stomach feeling
- not even a tidy up listening to my favourite music.
This flat was reached by a small staircase.. leading to two flats
on the landing; mine and another chap's, who seemed a fair sort of
guy who kept himself to himself. The front door at the bottom of the
stairs was kept constantly shut and one could ONLY
enter with a
key.
At about midnight I got into bed, and it was a
quiet night despite being on a fairly busy road. Within minutes I heard
some kind of movement in the kitchen, and I froze...but what took place
shortly afterwards threw me into terror. FOUR URGENT KNOCKS rang out on
my front door, and I mean URGENT. I heard nobody enter the building or no-one coming out of the
nearby flat. The lounge door I had left open meant any movement around
my front door and staircase was fairly easy to hear. I hesitantly
appraoched the front door and asked loudly who was there. Nothing. THE
ATMOSPHERE WAS ELECTRIC ... I knew I wasn't alone there..."
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