About 10 years ago (when I was in my early 20's) I was staying with my new boyfriend and his friend who shared a house in small village in Bedfordshire, it was by no means an old spooky house, just a regular semi detached approx 30 years old. I would usually stay at weekends often arriving on a Friday afternoon usually before the others returned from work in the evening. For a few months nothing happened at all, I had no negative feeling about the house and it just seemed like a nice house in a quiet close.
The first thing that happened was about 3am early one Saturday morning, my boyfriend and I were in bed fast asleep and the TV came on, he didn't notice as he was facing away from the screen but the light from the screen woke me up and there was no sound. At the time I didn't think anything of it as I was sleepy so I just pressed the standby button on the remote and rolled over. Seconds later it came back on so I turned it off again and then again it came straight back on.
At the time I really didn't think of anything sinister at all, I thought the remote was faulty so I got out of bed and pressed the button on the TV to turn it off properly. It was quite an old set and had a really clunky button so it made a very final clunk as I turned it off. I snuggled back down and a few minutes later heard the button clunk and the TV came on. This absoultely freaked me out so I shook my boyfriend awake and told him what had happened. He woke up and basically told me not to be silly and that the TV was old and probably on it's last legs and must be an electrical problem. I was a bit freaked so I made him swap places with me so I wasn't near the TV and we went back to sleep.
I think it was the next night when we were asleep in bed again. It was the early hours of the morning and the stereo downstairs came on full volume, so loud we literally jumped out of bed. My boyfriend and his friend went downstairs to see what was going on and the stereo had come on all by itself, they were joking that we had a poltergeist in the house as we'd discussed the TV incident but we all went back to bed and forgot about it.
The next strange incident occured when I was in the house on my own, one Friday afternoon. The boys were both at work and I'd come round straight from college and decided to have a bath and get ready for the evening. I was in the bath, the house was silent and suddenly I heard the internal porch door downstairs open and slam shut and very heavy footsteps run up the stairs along the landing and stop outside the door. It gave me a fright but I just thought it was my boyfriend home early so I called out but nobody answered. Then I called out to see if it was his friend but still no answer. I sat in the bath for over an hour because I was too scared to open the door in case there was someone there.
Eventually my boyfriend came home from work and found me in the bath freezing and I told him what had happened and he said I was imagining it as the main external front door was locked when he got home and we were the only ones with keys so there couldn't have been anyone in the house. We had a few incidents with things going missing and turning up in random places, and keys for the back door that had always lived on a hook by the door were somehow making their way across to the other side of the room without any explanation. My things were always moving around when I wasn't there, like hairbrush and makeup would move into the master bedroom. And guaranteed if I was ever in the house on my own I would hear heavy footsteps running up the stairs.
The final straw with these activities came about 8 months after I'd first started staying there at weekends. It was a Saturday night and I was there on my own, I can't remember why I was on my own but I remember it was November or December so very dark outside. I was drying my hair in the bedroom and watching TV at the same time and the TV turned off. I didn't turn it back on but I started to get very tense. The hair dryer was still working so just carried on and then that turned off too. I sort of just sat there for a few minutes wondering what to do until I heard the stereo come on loud downstairs and the bedroom light went out. I literally ran downstairs and out the front door I was so scared.
I didn't really know what else to do as I'd left my phone and bag inside so I knocked on the next door neighbours door. I was a bit shaken up but I told them some weird things were happening next door and I was too scared to go back inside. The woman who lived there sent her husband in to get my bag and phone and when he came back he said the TV in the bedroom was on and the hairdryer was on too and all the lights and the stereo in the lounge but nothing weird happened to him.
The family told me that they had recently over the past few months heard someone running up and down the stairs, doors banging and the stereo coming on when it looked like nobody was home.
I never went back inside the house, I called my boyfriend and he came and got me and took me home to my parents house. He contined to live in the house for another 6 months but nothing strange happened at all...
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