I come from a town in the central north island of New Zealand and don't have a scary story as such, just a few things that have happened over the years.
Background first...
When I was around 8 years old we moved into a big old house (apparently the oldest one in our town). My class mates used to joke and call me a witch for living in 'the haunted house'. This house (in which my parents still live in and Dad has renovated beautifully may I add) has a lot of history. It has been moved from its original location and at the previous location it was several different things including a restaurant, doctors surgery and a childcare centre.
From the time these were no longer at the house it became a family house and as far as I know had one owner after it was sold then Dad bought it and rented it out until we moved in a few years later.
There were a lot of stories about our house that I was told but I always shrugged them off as they seemed so farfetched and Dad always told me don't fear the dead, fear the living (this eased my mind and still does when I am scared).
There are 5 bedrooms in the house and all of ours were upstairs. My sister used to very frequently see a white orb type thing in her room and get very uneasy and freaked out. A few of her friends had also seen it and my room quite often used to have a rotting type smell in one of the corners by my bed. This was very sporadic (for instance I would smell it at night time but in the morning it was gone). We had a security alarm that would be set at night before we all went to bed and this went off a few times but when Dad went to check downstairs there would be nothing.
Nothing has ever hurt any of us but there is definitely a certain feeling that comes over me in some of the rooms especially the downstairs bedroom where my partner and I quite often sleep when we go and stay.
That is all that comes to mind for this house at the moment but there is also a restaurant just up the road where I used to work. I did split shifts and when I came back to open up at about 2 in the afternoon I was often alone. Sometimes the kitchen doors would swing by themselves and one time I was writing the specials up on the blackboards in the dining room when I heard distinctive heavy footsteps from the front door right up to the bar. When I went to see if I could help whoever it was, there was no-one there and no-one out the back. That scared the crap out of me and I never liked being in there by myself after that!
Feel free to comment and sorry if I have rambled on! I will answer any questions to the best of my knowledge:)
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That's a good and inexpensive idea thank you! I will see if I can get hold of one, should be able to get it delivered here through amazon. Next time I go and stay there I will ask to stay in that room and pay particular attention to the corner the smell came from.
I will post anything here worth reporting on:-)